Let me show you the story this sanctuary tells. We’ll start there.” Ted pointed toward the front of the room and to his right.
Taking Mara’s elbow, he directed her to the window he’d indicated, the first of the three on that side. “This, as you can probably make out, depicts the first of the Select. The first signify new beginnings and birth.”
“A seed just coming to life,” she said. “It’s lovely.”
“Yes. Firsts are responsible for protecting life in all its forms. Of course, there are always more firstborns than any other, and as you probably know, if a family is blessed with more than seven children, the count begins anew. So the next born child—the eighth—is also considered a first.”
The window depicted a yellow-green seedling with healthy roots branching downwards, water droplets surrounding it. Mara reached toward it. The refracted lights danced off her hands and arms.
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